The Journey’s End, Yardley, Birmingham

Pub #2351:

Less than halfway through the day’s travels, I reached the Journey’s End named not for my half assed run route but for the fact that it is the nearest pub to the Yardley Cemetery.

 

While the barlady pulled my cider, I spoke with a fellow incredulous — as is too often the case — that I was drinking after a run.  “Not after.  Just refeuling for the run home.”  Even more surprised, my new mate was, to find out the rest of the way was more than 9 miles away.  I can’t be the only one doing this…or, maybe….

The New Inn, Yardley, Birmingham

Pub #2305:

We were meeting to see a house for sale (second visit) around the corner from the New Inn.  My train had been delayed so I was rushing to get there, knowing Jackie had been stranded for more than an hour.

Not to worry.  She’d already become a regular (the bartender saw me stop by and already had her refill ready when I approached the bar).

The George flag might seem an intimidating site and it WAS a most white group inside but a group of Muslim girls came through for 0%-ABV bevvies.  Also, I can’t fault the jukebox…good 80’s and 90’s rock but neither metal nor new-Modern.

We dashed off for our viewing.  The house is move-in ready and quite nice but not the one we want.  This would be a decent local, if it were.